Tropical Rain Forest
Tropical rain forest gracious beauty grand and small
North of the equator from our scale it begins at our wests wall
Rising vapor flows a river twords the sunlights ever turning call
Mud pits splot, moisture hides here a lot, it warms as the lava flows
Vines whip as the air grows stale and sticks, happy is the Crow
The river rises and then again picks up speed for a circle and dips it's feet
The Harboring Crain decides to move. Leaving it's sticks furrow glued
It's working a global groove nothings ever new
No surprises the oldest extents of on going crises
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